Teen Wolf: Dragon Among Wolves Chapter 73: Telling Melissa the Truth

The date, as Jacob had promised, was not romantic. It was a simple, pleasant evening designed to lift lissa's spirits. They shared a comfortable dinner at a quiet restaurant, then saw a lighthearted cody at the cinema. The shared laughter seed to wash away her lingering frustration from earlier.

After the movie, they took a stroll through the softly lit town square. The night air was cool, and a comfortable silence settled between them before Jacob spoke.

"You know, I envy Scott for having an amazing mom like you." Jacob said.

lissa smiled. "Well, I'm not that amazing. I'm just trying to give him the best life I can and hoping he won't bla for the things I couldn't provide."

"Don't sell yourself short, lissa." Jacob replied. "You are an amazing parent, and I know Scott loves you more than anything. You should know he's a grown man now, so don't push yourself too hard. If you have any problems, tell him—he might be able to help."

lissa sighed. "I can't tell him about my problems; that will just distract him from school, and I don't want that. And he's not grown; to , he's still a baby."

Jacob smiled gently. "Like I said, you're a good mom, but you should trust him more. Even if you don't tell him all your problems, at least talk to him and go out with him from ti to ti. It might help with your loneliness."

"Maybe." lissa conceded. "Now, tell about your parents. I think I want to et the mother who raised an amazing kid like you."

"Then I have to disappoint you." He said, his gaze fixed on the distant lights. "My parents died in an accident eight years ago."

lissa's step faltered slightly. "I'm so sorry, Jacob. I didn't know."

He gave a small, wistful smile. "It's okay. I miss them. Every day, I really do. But... life has to go on, right? I can't just stop living because they died."

lissa looked at him with deep sympathy. "Who are you living with now?"

Jacob chuckled. "Don't give that sad look, lissa. Although I miss my parents, I'm really happy. I live with an old butler; he's a bit crazy, but he's fun to be around. And I'm kind of already married."

lissa was shocked. "What? Married?"

Jacob smirked. "Yes, kind of."

lissa sighed. "Do you even know what marriage is, kid? That's not sothing you should rush into, and you're still way too young for that."

Before Jacob could say anything, his phone rang for what felt like the thousandth ti. He pulled it out, looked at the screen, and said. "Let's go back. It's your son. If we ignore him any longer, he might lose control and go crazy."

With that, they walked back to Jacob's car and drove to Scott's house.

When Jacob's Camaro pulled up, Scott was pacing on the front lawn like a caged animal, with Stiles leaning against the Jeep, watching the scene with an amused smirk.

The mont lissa stepped out of the car, Scott stord over. "Mom! You're finally back! What did you two do..."

"I just took her to dinner, Scott. And that's it." Jacob stated calmly, cutting him off as he got out of the driver's side.

Before Scott could say anything, lissa reached out, caught her son's ear, and gave it a sharp, motherly twist.

"Ow! Mom!"

"Let's not talk about you ruining my date tonight." She said, her voice low and firm. "But are you seriously thinking I would date Jacob? He's sixteen, Scott! What kind of person do you think I am?"

Scott's anger instantly deflated into sha. "I... I didn't an you're a bad person, but Jacob is a playboy."

lissa released his now-red ear. "What do you an?"

Scott rubbed his ear. "He's dating two girls at the sa ti, and all the girls in school want to date him."

"What?" lissa said, then looked at Jacob. "You told you were married."

Jacob shrugged. "I didn't lie. I just didn't tell you I'm married to two girls. Or maybe three, if I count Malia."

This ti, lissa caught Jacob's ear. "Are you playing with other people's daughters? I thought you were a good kid."

Jacob just smiled, unfazed by her twisting his ear. "I'm not playing with them. I can't help myself; it's what I am, and they already know. They're okay with it. I even told the parents of one of them. Well, her parents tried to kill a few nights ago, but we're all good now."

lissa let go of his ear, her expression a mix of shock and concern. "What do you an, 'it is what you are'? And did soone really try to kill you? Did you tell the cops?"

"There's no need to tell the cops." Jacob said. "Like I said, we're all good now. They even ca to my house yesterday, although they had to drag Allison's father away when they were leaving. It was hilarious."

Stiles piped up. "What did you do to him?"

"Nothing." Jacob replied. "Allison moved in with , and he didn't like that. He was crying and wanted to take his little girl with him, but Victoria and Kate dragged him away."

"Did the Argents really try to kill you? Why didn't you tell us?" Stiles asked.

Jacob shrugged. "It's a family thing, Stiles. I can't tell you everything that happens in my family."

lissa cleared her throat, fixing a stern gaze on all three of them. "Boys, you have so explaining to do."

Scott froze and started panicking. Jacob sighed and patted his shoulder. "It's ti to tell her."

He then gently took lissa's hand and guided her inside the house. "You need to be sitting down for what we're about to tell you."

In the living room, they all sat. lissa looked at them expectantly. "Okay, I'm listening."

Scott was too nervous to speak, and Stiles began stuttering and scratching the back of his head.

She focused on Jacob. "It seems these two idiots don't want to tell . You speak. Tell what's going on."

"Alright." Jacob said. "Have you watched movies with werewolves, vampires, and other supernatural creatures?"

lissa nodded slowly. "Yes, I have. So, what are you trying to tell ?"

Suddenly, Stiles blurted out. "Werewolves are real!"

lissa looked at him and raised a brow. "What?"

Stiles stood up and almost shouted. "Werewolves are real, and Scott is a werewolf!"

"Very subtle, Stiles." Jacob said dryly.

Stiles sat back down, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I panicked."

lissa looked between them, skeptical. "Are you three making fun of ?"

"No." Jacob said calmly. "Although he jumped the gun, what he said is the truth. Werewolves and other supernatural creatures from mythology are real. And magic is real, too."

"You're joking, right?" lissa asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.

"No. Look..." Jacob held out his hand. A ball of fire appeared in his palm, then morphed into a small bird that flew around the room several tis before vanishing.

lissa's eyes went wide, and she stared in stunned silence.

She then turned to Scott, her voice a whisper. "Scott... a-are you really a... werewolf?"

Scott nodded, his expression pained. "Yes. I didn't choose to be. I was bitten a month ago when I was in the woods with Stiles, and Jacob. The werewolf who bit was the man who ca to pick you up for a date. His real na is Peter Hale, and he's definitely not a dical rep. He's a crazy alpha werewolf."

lissa didn't seem to care about Peter; she was more concerned about Scott. "So what now? Are you going to lose control and hurt people on the full moon?"

"No, I'm not like the werewolves in the movies. I can control myself. Jacob taught how. And you... you are my anchor."

"What's an anchor?" lissa asked, looking at Jacob for explanation.

"An anchor to a werewolf is a person, emotion, or mory that the werewolf focuses on to maintain control. By concentrating on this anchor, they are reminded of their humanity, which helps them resist their violent impulses and control their transformation, especially during a full moon. and you are Scott's anchor wich ans he loves you very much." Jacob explained.

lissa smiled softly, then she asked. "Are all werewolves like Scott? I an, do they all have control?"

"They all can learn to control themselves, but it's not easy for everyone." Jacob said. "And of course, there are psychos who can control themselves but choose not to, and give in to the beast."

She nodded, then looked directly at Scott. "Show ."

Scott hesitated, then finally shifted. His eyes glowed yellow, fur grew on the sides of his cheeks, his fangs elongated, and his claws erged.

lissa was shocked at first. Then, she moved beside him, touching his fur and looking into his eyes. She gently opened his mouth to look at his fangs, then took his hand to examine his claws. "Fascinating." She said.

She looked at him, her expression a mix of wonder and concern. "Why didn't you tell sooner?"

Scott shifted back to normal. "Because I was afraid you would think I'm a monster and hate ."

"Never." lissa said, pulling him into a hug. "I would never hate you."

Jacob said. "You guys tell her everything else about the supernatural world. And Scott, your boss is a druid. Ask him to help you set a mountain ash barrier around your house. Maybe buy so bear spray and ask him to add wolfsbane to it, and give it to lissa for protection."

"Wait, how did you know he's a druid?" Scott asked.

Jacob said. "I felt it when I t him tonight. He probably already knows what you are, so you can trust him." Then he stood up and said. "Alright, see you guys tomorr... no, not tomorrow. I'll be out of town and probably won't be back until Sunday."

"Leaving town?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah, and the girls are going on a trip." Jacob said.

"You didn't tell what you are yet." lissa pointed out. "You're definitely different from Scott. Werewolves can't use fire magic."

"Maybe another ti." Jacob said. He then kissed her on the cheek, which made Scott's eyes glow as he let out a low growl.

Jacob just smiled and said. "Goodnight, lissa."

lissa smiled back. "Goodnight, Jacob."

"Goodnight, man." Scott grumbled.

Jacob ignored Scott and started walking out of the room, calling over his shoulder. "Goodnight, lissa. See you soon."

Scott jumped up and began pushing Jacob toward the door. "No, you will not see her soon. And hopefully never!"

Scott opened the door, shoved Jacob out, and slamd it shut behind him.

Jacob shook his head with a smirk. "Rude." He then got into his car and drove away.

Scott ca back to the living room, and lissa looked at him disapprovingly. "That was rude, Scott."

Scott sat down heavily. "No, it wasn't. You should never see him again. He's very dangerous to won."

"What is he?" lissa asked.

"We don't know." Stiles admitted. "He won't tell us. He said he's sothing people would do anything to get their hands on, and us knowing would put us in danger. But we know he's very strong. He can use fire and lightning magic, and he probably has so kind of charm ability to attract won."

"Yes! Exactly!" Scott agreed. "So stay away from him. And by the way... do you feel anything toward him?"

lissa smiled thoughtfully. "He's handso, and if he were older, I wouldn't mind dating him. But unfortunately, he's not. And I do feel he's charming—the magical, unexplainable type of charm. I caught myself staring at him absentmindedly a few tis tonight. But he's not charming to the point that I can't control myself or anything like that."

"Okay, that doesn't sound too good." Scott said, his worry evident. "Please, just stay away from him."

"Don't worry about Jacob, Scott." lissa reassured him. "He's too young for ."

Stiles smirked. "For now."

Scott growled at him, and Stiles raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'll shut up."

lissa laughed. "Alright, boys. Now, tell everything you know about the supernatural."

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Jacob arrived back ho and found Allison watching TV while stroking the fur of a deeply sleeping Malia, who was curled up beside her.

Jacob kissed Allison and whispered, not wanting to wake Malia. "Where's Lydia?"

"She went back to her house." Allison whispered back. "She said since we're leaving for Vegas tomorrow, she wanted to spend the night with her mom."

"I see." Jacob said.

"Where have you been?" Allison asked.

"I was at Scott's house. Did you have dinner yet?"

"No, we were waiting for you."

Just then, Cogman called them for dinner. After gently waking Malia, the three of them went to the kitchen to eat.

Afterward, they went upstairs to Jacob's bedroom. Allison and Jacob slipped into the bathroom, where they had so 'fun,' before joining Malia in the large bed, where the three of them soon fell asleep.

To be continued... 😊